A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

Of course, that smile vanished in an instant, quickly concealed by Wang Chong. He adopted a serious, even slightly strained, expression, as if making a difficult decision, and said:

"Tsk... It seems you really have deep feelings for that Annie."

"Alright, seeing as your 'sincerity,' I'll give it a try. But remember what you said—'I'm willing to do anything,' 'I will never resist'! I'll be watching how you perform!"

Wang Chong emphasized Mary's promise, and after seeing her nod eagerly, he added, feigning nonchalance:

"I'm going to talk to them now. You stay here quietly and don't cause any more trouble! Otherwise..."

He deliberately paused with a threatening look, glanced coldly at Mary, then turned without hesitation and strode out of the cell that exuded an aura of despair.

With a loud bang, the heavy wooden door slammed shut and locked behind him, leaving Mary alone in the deathly silence and uneasy darkness.

Outside the cell door, Wang Chong did not head towards the adjacent or deeper dungeon. He simply stood in the shadows of the corridor, using Originium energy to create the sound of his footsteps receding into the distance so that Mary could hear them.

After confirming that Mary could not spy on him, the troubled and solemn expression on Wang Chong's face vanished instantly, replaced by an all-powerful indifference and a hint of playful mockery.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his mental perception extended out like invisible threads.

In the next cell, another blonde female pirate, Anne Bernie, whose hands and feet were bound, had exhausted too much energy in the previous fierce breakout battle. At this moment, she was in a deep sleep due to the effect of the Originium power. Her breathing was even and her chest rose and fell slightly. She was completely unaware of the coercive tragedy that was happening right next to her.

The terrifying cursing, beatings, dragging sounds, and even Annie's heart-wrenching cries for help... were all simulated by Wang Chong using his exquisite Originium Arts to manipulate energy and create a realistic auditory hallucination in Mary's ears!

The purpose, of course, was to completely break down Mary's psychological defenses and make her willingly offer herself as a bargaining chip to ensure the "safety of her companions."

"If this gets damaged, it won't be comfortable to fix it later," Wang Chong thought to himself.

……

Time passed slowly, and for Mary, every second felt like being fried in a pot of boiling oil.

Feeling that the time was almost up, Wang Chong first simulated the sound of footsteps slowly approaching the cell, and then walked back towards Mary's cell.

The moment he pushed open the door, Wang Chong used his superb acting skills to quickly change his expression to one of fatigue mixed with a bit of irritability and dissatisfaction, and even deliberately messed up his hair.

Mary, inside the door, looked up abruptly, like a frightened bird, her eyes filled with both hope and extreme fear.

"Hmph!" Wang Chong snorted coldly, walked in with a hint of resentment, closed the door behind him, and said in an unfriendly tone, "For your good sister, I risked my reputation and had a fight with them!"

Wang Chong walked up to Mary, looking down at her intently with the air of a benefactor and an undisguised desire to take.

"Do you know how much I paid to keep them in check temporarily? Extra loot! Plus, I owe those bastards a favor! You'll have to pay for all of this later!"

After saying that, Wang Chong leaned down, grabbed Mary's chin, forcing her to look up at him, his voice low and imposing:

“Now, Mary, it’s time for you to keep your promise… Tonight, you must satisfy me! Completely satisfy me! Otherwise…”

Wang Chong deliberately dragged out his words, his eyes turning dangerous and cold, and said, "You know what will happen to Annie! I guarantee that what she suffers will be ten times more exciting than the 'preview' you're hearing now! Do you understand?!"

The final threat, like a cold shackle, gripped Mary's heart tightly. Looking into Wang Chong's unwavering eyes, Mary's last ounce of strength to struggle seemed to be drained away.

Her friend Annie's fate at this moment was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over her head.

Overwhelmed by immense despair and the humble desire to save her companions, Mary's dignity and shame were ultimately crushed. The light in Mary's eyes dimmed completely, leaving only an empty resignation.

She stopped cursing and struggling. She simply nodded very slightly, as if she had exhausted all her life force.

Then, like a soulless doll, she lay stiffly and obediently on the cold, makeshift wooden bed, her eyes tightly closed, letting her humiliating tears fall silently, awaiting the inevitable "education" that was about to begin.

Looking at the body beneath him, which had finally submitted and was at his mercy, Wang Chong's lips curled into a satisfied smile, a true sign of a predator.

……

In the candlelight, Wang Chong's shadow completely enveloped Mary Rhett, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope she had left.

She lay stiffly on the cold, makeshift wooden bed, her eyes tightly closed, like a soulless doll. Only the warm tears that kept overflowing from the corners of her eyes silently spoke of her inner humiliation and helplessness.

Her obsession with saving Anne is the only reason she exists at this moment, and for that, she must endure everything that follows.

Wang Chong's figure blocked the flickering firelight, casting an immense sense of oppression. He did not rush to seize it by force, but instead, with an almost detached composure as if examining spoils, he bent down again.

"Click—"

"Screw rustle..."

The sound of ropes snapping rang out, followed by the sound of clothes being stripped off. At this moment, Mary Reid was left only with her undergarments and her black stockings covering her buttocks.

Wang Chong admired Annie's petite and delicate body. His rough, calloused fingers, burning with heat, first slowly and tentatively stroked Mary's trembling eyelids, then slid down her tear tracks to her burning cheeks.

The touch wasn't rough; instead, it was a deliberate, teasing caress, as if playing with its prey. The fingertips grazed her delicate, sensitive skin, bringing a subtle tingling sensation that made Mary's body tense uncontrollably and tremble slightly.

Wang Chong's hand snaked downwards, brushing across the slender, delicate neck, feeling the rapid throbbing of the pulse beneath.

Then, the hand landed without any resistance on Mary's flat stomach, which was heaving slightly from fear and cold.

The muscles there stiffly resisted under the palm, yet under the continuous, rotating caress of the palm, waves of unfamiliar, uncontrollable heat gradually rose.

“Ugh…” Mary bit her lip hard, but her rapid breathing betrayed her torment.

Wang Chong's patience seemed to be worn out during this foreplay. His gaze was fixed on Mary's lips, which appeared particularly stubborn as she clenched her teeth.

Her lips, wet with tears, now bore a delicate crimson hue.

So Wang Chong grabbed Mary's chin, and with an undeniable force, pried open her tightly closed teeth, forcing her to reveal her pearly teeth and clenched jaw.

"Open your mouth." Wang Chong's voice was deep, carrying a commanding and dangerous aura. His deep eyes were fixed on her tightly closed eyelids, and the invisible pressure felt real. "Don't make me say it a second time. Think of Annie."

"Annie..." The name was like a curse, instantly shattering Mary's last line of defense. Her clenched teeth loosened weakly, and a desperate sob escaped her throat.

She resignedly opened her mouth slightly, as if she had given up her last resistance.

However, Wang Chong was not immediately satisfied with her compliance. Instead of directly putting his rough fingertips into his mouth, he began to meticulously trace the shape of her soft lips with a deeper sense of defilement.

Only then did he begin to caress her sensitive gums. After that, he probed into her warm mouth and pressed her soft tongue tip with his fingertip, feeling the subtle trembling and resistance.

Each touch precisely stimulated Mary's senses, which had never been violated like this before. A sensation mixed with intense shame and a strange tingling spread from her mouth, making her weak all over and almost unable to maintain her lying position.

Seeing the humiliation and physical confusion in the eyes of the female pirate beneath him, Wang Chong's breathing became noticeably heavier, and the lust in his eyes burned even brighter.

Chapter 575 Mary Reid Imprisoned (The End)

As dusk approached, Medea sat on the gunwale, gazing silently at the still waves around her. After a long while, Medea let out a soft sigh.

“Oh dear, my good niece, why are you always so deep and sighing every day? This is becoming less and less like the person you used to be.”

Just then, Circe appeared, as if she had been waiting for Medea's sigh for a long time.

"...Aunt, what was I like before?" Medea suddenly asked.

"Hmm? Your question has caught me a bit off guard." Circe had prepared for their usual banter with Medea, but she hadn't expected Medea to ask her such a serious question today.

"Hmph... Let me think... If I'm being really serious, although you used to have a quiet personality, your eyes were always full of confidence and curiosity about new things. Just like most girls."

After recalling for a moment, Circe spoke:

“Unlike you now, sighing and complaining like a neglected, resentful woman. Seriously, Medea, if it's not right, give up sooner rather than later... You can't really go through the same old thing again, can you?”

"I thought you'd love for me to suffer," Medea said with a faint smile after hearing Circe's words.

"Do you think I don't want to? But rather than gloating over your suffering, I'd rather see a madman born. Although you are already quite mad now."

Circe shook her head, then said casually, "I just found out that, unsurprisingly, our Master has gone to subdue those two female pirates."

"Shall we guess what methods our Master will use to treat them? Or perhaps we should go and see for ourselves? Maybe there will be a surprise?"

“…No need.” Medea turned her face away and said, “I’m not his wife, so I can’t control him. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t have the power to do so.”

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're really taking advantage of being called a shrew." Circe, seeing Medea's appearance, knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Keep pretending... let's see how long you can keep up this act..." Circe said, starting to walk away from Medea, leaving behind a single sentence:

"Instead of continuing to sigh and complain, you should prepare yourself mentally for how to face the other party at the banquet tonight."

"Instead of wearing a sour face and annoying everyone who sees you, you should be more agreeable to the other person and win their favor first. If you had known how to be more flexible back then, you wouldn't have lost their favor."

After muttering these words, Circe left. Medea, watching Circe depart, murmured softly, "My aunt still cares about people. Even though she doesn't approve of me and mocks me, she can't help but lend a hand. She's still soft-hearted after all."

“But Aunt, how do you know that everything I’ve done wasn’t in vain?” Medea took a deep breath; she had already made up her mind.

……

On the other side, Wang Chong, the key figure being discussed by the two women on deck, had already turned his wicked hand towards Mary Reid.

Wang Chong's gaze lingered on her remaining undergarments and the black stockings that accentuated the stunning curves of her legs. His undisguised scrutiny was more suffocating than any direct violation.

The tingling sensation from his fingertips teasing her lips and teeth had not yet completely dissipated when a deeper and more intense sense of aggression approached.

Wang Chong's breathing became heavy and hot, as if suppressed lava had finally found a crack to burst forth.

No longer satisfied with mere teasing, his burning lips pressed down sharply, precisely capturing the delicate, erect nipple, greedily sucking and nibbling at it with his hot tongue.

At the same time, Wang Chong's large hand, with undeniable force, probed into the edge of the stockings, climbing up the smooth and delicate inner thigh, finally precisely covering the entrance to the valley that had never been touched by outsiders, and once again pressing down on the tender bud above the entrance.

"Ugh—!" The sudden, intense stimulation caused Mary to arch her back violently, and a broken sob escaped from her clenched teeth.

It was the instinctive reaction of her body's most secret and sensitive spot being suddenly invaded; fear and resistance washed over her limbs in an instant. She subconsciously tried to close her legs, to push away this suffocating predator.

However, just as this rebellious thought was about to turn into action, the name "Anne" pierced her mind like a sharp, icy blade.

The auditory hallucinations of Anne's painful weeping seemed to echo in her ears again. For Anne's sake, for her dearest friend who might be struggling on the brink of hell, she could no longer resist this man. Otherwise, what awaited Anne was an unimaginable hell.

As a result, Mary's tense body seemed to have lost its last bit of strength, and she slumped back onto the cold bed.

She bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to endure this unbearable plunder. And to combat the discomfort stemming from her pride, a twisted, almost absurd thought quietly sprouted within this film:

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“Let’s just say… let’s just say I ordered him to do this! Anyway, if I had won and captured him before… I would have done the same thing to him during the interrogation! Now… now I’m just ordering him to appease me, I’m not being humiliated at all, I’m ordering him to please me…”

That's right, Mary chose to deceive herself with this thought in order to combat the discomfort caused by her self-esteem.

This almost self-deceptive "Ah Q spirit," like poison injected into dried-up blood vessels, brings a strange sense of relief. It's as if the soul, torn between resistance and submission, has found a temporary excuse to numb the pain.

Yes, I was ordering the other person to comfort me... The other person was just a tool to satisfy my fetishes... a tool that had to please my will... All of this was out of my own free will.

Mary kept repeating this to herself, trying to distance herself from the victim's position.

This psychological suggestion, like an invisible spell, quietly relaxed her tense nerves. When Wang Chong's large hand began to repeatedly touch the entrance and the tender buds on it, Mary's body still instinctively flinched, but the force of her desperate resistance miraculously weakened.

Wang Chong keenly noticed the changes in his prey beneath him. The taut garden gate, under his skillful kneading, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, gradually softened from its initial stiffness.

Even through the last thin layer of fabric, Wang Chong could clearly feel the tiny, sensitive bud above the entrance, like a pearl, quietly awakening, swelling, and trembling uncontrollably under the caress of his fingertips.

A strange and surging hot sensation began to accumulate and swirl deep in Mary's lower abdomen, intertwining with her previous panic, worry, and other emotions, forming a decadent vortex that made Mary feel dizzy.

As Wang Chong's skills progressed, Mary Reid's breathing was no longer just rapid gasps of fear and worry.

Now, Mary's breathing carried a subtle, almost suppressed emotional outpouring. Her tightly closed eyelashes trembled violently, tears still wet at the corners of her eyes, yet an unnatural blush crept across her pale cheeks. Under her own willpower, her body was instinctively and rapidly chasing after the source of pleasure.

The lust in Wang Chong's eyes burned even more intensely. The silent softening and surrender of his prey was far more stimulating to his desire for conquest than any continuous and fierce resistance.

At this point, Wang Chong was no longer satisfied with merely lingering and exploring outside the entrance. He first roughly tore open the pantyhose, then forcefully pried open the last barrier with his rough fingertips, penetrating the warm, tight, and untouched secret vaginal canal without any hindrance.

"Ahhh—!" A short, sharp gasp escaped Mary's throat. The intense, throbbing pain from the sudden intrusion of the foreign object made her toes tense instantly.

But what happened next made Mary feel even more ashamed. The inner walls of her vagina instinctively began to contract and tighten, as if resisting, or as if greedily sucking in the invading fingers.

Wang Chong's movements carried the skill and unquestionable authority of a controller. He ignored the slight resistance, his knuckles digging deep inside, intimately exploring and teasing the narrow, warm walls of the vagina.

Each thrust brings a strange friction, and each press searches for that mysterious place that can trigger a more intense reaction.

Finally, as his fingertip, with a mixture of malice and precision, ground heavily into a soft yet unusually full protrusion—

"Waaaaah—!!!"

It felt like an electric current had instantly pierced through her spinal cord! Mary screamed, then her body sprang upwards like a fully drawn bow, only to be firmly held down by Wang Chong.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, earth-shattering torrent of pleasure exploded outwards from the point that had been touched! Completely out of her control, intense spasms swept over every muscle and nerve like a tidal wave.

A blinding golden light burst forth before my eyes, and my consciousness was instantly thrown into the void of the incandescent sky. All the humiliation, the scheming, and the worry for Annie were completely swallowed up in that instant by this purely physiological, overwhelming peak experience.

Only the body remained, convulsing and sinking violently in unfamiliar, overwhelming pleasure, with broken and high-pitched sobs escaping from the throat, as if the soul itself had been pushed to the edge of ecstasy and destruction in that instant.

Wang Chong felt the ultimate pleasure of his fingertips being gripped and sucked by the warm, tight flesh. Gazing at the body beneath him that was trembling uncontrollably because of him, the cruel smile of a predator on his lips finally bloomed completely without any concealment.

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Chapter 576 Education Under Prison (Part 1)

"Huff...huff...really, all I did was hint that Medea was nearby, did he really have to sail that far back? Did he want to drown me in the sea?"

As the sun set, and Hector remained immersed in the sea, a sense of unease simmered within him.

He was angry at his leader Jason's cowardice, angry that Jason, upon hearing the news that Medea was not dead, was so frightened that he steered the ship away from the Eye of the Tide, so that Jason had swum for half a day without being able to get back on the ship, and could only cling to a piece of driftwood to give himself a chance to catch his breath and recover his strength.

"I originally used magic to notify Jason, hoping he'd come pick me up quickly and that I could secretly follow Medea's ship to see what that madwoman was up to this time... Who knew he'd turn tail and run the moment he heard Medea's name. Even Chiron couldn't stop him..."

Hector climbed onto a piece of driftwood to rest for a while, and after regaining some strength, he continued swimming toward the Agor.